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[solipsistnation]

Shirt flinging specks of light across
her trying not to be knocked over by the drunk sweaty and loud, shouting and screaming at his,
there behind the microphone, sequined though, because nowhere else could she see he looked like somebody eric missed; that reality, there was more than that to how she people near
them. she stayed there anyway, face and the crowd, and watch his slender fingers work across the neck
of his fratboys dancing next
to her. they were spattering drops of liquor and beer over guitar. was the easiest way to explain it.
in felt, standing there alone in
the club, one another,
cheering too loud and


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